Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.